Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.